This Is What Happens When...

...your baby is supposed to be going down for a nap, after being up until a little later than 10 p.m. the night before...

(Tasmanian Devil meets Jim Carrey?)

...AND when you leave your two older children to play quietly while trying to get said maniac baby to sleep...

(American Girls meets Star Wars?)

Hey, Paparazzi...

We were pleasantly surprised to see the insert in our church bulletin, the Weekend Update, had the kids' picture on it...it's a great photo, and the whole pamphlet is very nice.  They, of course, thought it was cool.  They feel kind of famous. 

The thing is, once they get a little taste of the good life, the superstardom, the fame, it all goes to their heads.  And the younger you are, the stronger the effects...

See what I mean?  I think we're in trouble...

Who Cares...

if it's 36 ° F outside?

if it's February?

if I'm as white as Frosty the Snowman?

 I'm wearing my bathing suit...

you wanna make something of it? 

Reminiscent...

When I was small, I went to stay with my grandma in Kentucky.  She took me home with her, from Virginia, and my parents were coming a little later for a convention in town.  I bet they had fun while I was gone!  It was the summer before my second birthday, and I was a clever little thing (so I hear). 

One day Grandma went to work, and my aunt was babysitting me.  Now, this part of the story I don't know anything about, but for some reason there was a moment for me to disappear.   Suddenly, she was there in the house, I was supposed to be there in the house, but I was NOT in the house.  My aunt is about 15 years older than me. 

Well, she looked everywhere.  She was very worried, even went outside to check quickly to see if I had escaped somehow.  She went down to the basement kitchen and happened to see the dog sitting under the table.  Hmmm.  She looked closer and discovered a little girl under there as well, with a bag of mini powdered sugar donuts...and the dog, something of the terrier kind, had a very fluffy face full of powdered sugar.  And he was not giving away my hiding spot.

I think my aunt didn't know whether to spank me or squeeze me.

I think of this story every now and then and giggle.  Today it was brought to my mind because of this scene...

Christian dropped his plate with cake on it, and I went to get something to clean up the sticky icing residue.  When I came back...well, someone had been quicker than me!  She was poking her finger in it, and taking tiny little pinches.  And she was so very grateful for Christian's generosity.  I could see it all over her face.

Like mother, like daughter...we'll take goodies at the table, on the table, heck, even under the table!

I Just Couldn't Help It

Would you be able to, if she were around you and you had a camera?  I think not...

And this is what happens when I say,"Smile!  Can you smile?"